>>33280350

"Uh huh. Really, you're not?” Jay gives you a stern look, tilting his head with his arms folded. “So, what class are you coming from right now?"

"Japanese 2. Before you start talking shit, I'm only taking it to fulfill—"

"Look." Jay puts his hand on your shoulder. "I didn't want it to come to this, but I broke into your apartment two days ago and took a quick look around your computer."

"...No."

"You're halfway through 'Kill x Sis', and you've reviewed every episode so far on that anime-list website. Your username is Kagekamiken."

"That wasn't me."

"You've also got a password-protected folder created a week ago, containing all twelve episodes of the anime adaptation of 'Oh No I Poop From There Sensei~!'."

"I... I... I downloaded it for a friend."

"All of the episodes are on your VLC playlist.”

"He... wanted me to send him a specific one, and didn't know which."

“Along with 'Super Galaxy Love Whore 120%'.”

“I... watch it for the story.”

"Man, give it up." Jay sighs. "I'm trying to help you. Why do you keep talkin' mad shit on my mack sense when you ain't got one of your own? You didn't even notice when Mariah was hitting on you last semester."

"Mariah was hitting on Yuu?" You look over your shoulder, catching a distant glimpse of the short Asian girl leaving your class. "Aw, good for them."

Jay places a hand on his forehead. "You fucking fuck."

The two of you exit the building, continuing ahead onto the large field in the center of campus. The conversation stalls; you take a deep breath of fresh air and sigh. You don't want to admit he's right, but from an outside perspective, you do seem at least a little bit pathetic. You've already given Jay plenty of chances, but you've known the guy since high school. Perhaps he deserves at least one more. “Alright, alright. I'm free tonight. What do you want?”

>2/???

>>33280379

“Alright, real shit. Who on this whole campus has the most powerful mack sense?”

“You?”

“No, you jackass.” Jay groans. “Pi-kaps.”

“The fraternity?” You briefly mull over the Greek characters—Pi Kappa Alpha—to cement them in your mind. “What about 'em?”

“They throw the biggest parties with the hottest babes. Girls you didn't even know went to this goddamn school.” Jay laughs, nudging you with an elbow. “Anyway, yo. They're throwing this unregistered bash tonight, and Sonia and I are gonna go get our drink on.”

“Sonia?” You haven't heard the name. “Is she crazy? You've only hooked up with crazy girls since Beth dumped you.”

“Okay, real talk. Beth -was- crazy. Sonia's the new library assistant. Works in the reference section. She's all into books, and witchcraft and magic and fucked-up stuff like that.” Jay rolls his eyes.

“You're not into any of that, or anything even remotely resembling any of those things.”

“Yeah, but my mack sense told me she had issues. One of those types that's a real sucker for approval. You just make up stuff that sounds like what they're talking about, tell 'em they're good every now and again, and they love you for it.” Jay shrugs. “What can I say? She cast a spell on me. Anyway, she really wants to go, too, because she won't shut up about how the Pi-Kaps are like, hiding some big secret or something.”

“Secret? Like what?”

“Who the fuck knows? They're probably all weebs, or summat.” Jay chuckles. “Wouldn't you love that? Just a whole house of closet anime-fanatics. They've probably got figurines on their desks, with the hot glue—“

“Shut the fuck up, Jay.”

>3/4

>>33280402

Your roommate cleaned your apartment up a bit before he left; since you're typically the fastidious one, this is a welcome change. The space allotted is a bit small for two people, but with the place to yourself, you feel as if you've got so much more room to move. You start heating up some water to make ramen—then, with your laptop connected to the television via HDMI cable, you queue up the latest episode of Kill x Sis. The episode takes a back seat, though, to the waking nightmares that populate your mind, thoughts of how you've surrendered hours of your life to Jay's mercy—this music is too loud, my feet hurt, I want to go home and watch anime. You can't help but look down on him in a way; high school is years behind you now, yet he hasn't left behind the juvenile idea of popularity.

As you begin preparing, you drift in and out of watching your show. You didn't think you'd enjoy the hardcore romance subplot nearly this much—and there's so much commentary on the nature of youth, you don't think you can get enough of it. How can Takamasa resist his stepsisters' charms while doing battle with the powerful members of the Student Council? He reminds you of yourself, in some ways, but you wish you had his conviction right now.

You're not without your positive qualities, though! Maybe tonight, if you find a way to let those take the wheel, you'll be able to get by on charm alone. You've always considered yourself a man of great...
>Strength. If you punched someone as hard as you could, they'd probably die.
>Skill. You were always pretty quick, and practiced a little bit of sleight of hand in your younger days.
>Will. No wonder you didn't bother with your homework; you make top grades without even trying.
>Style. Jay's mack sense doesn't compare to your fashion sense; even the devil would be jealous.

>>33280431
>>Will. No wonder you didn't bother with your homework; you make top grades without even trying.

What the hell, lets go full weeaboo

>>33280431
>Skill. You were always pretty quick, and practiced a little bit of sleight of hand in your younger days.
Yeah!

>>33280431
>>Will. No wonder you didn't bother with your homework; you make top grades without even trying.

It'd be nice to be the smart one in a quest for once.

>>33280431
>Will. No wonder you didn't bother with your homework; you make top grades without even trying.

Sounds cool.

>>33280756
>>33280535
>>33280488

Of course. And is it any wonder why you spend so much time watching—your mental voice shrivels to a pathetic whisper for the word's duration—anime? From time to time, there'll come a test that's difficult enough to merit studying for. Between those, though, you often start to feel like your whole degree program is mostly just a formality.

A confident laugh, as you begin rummaging through your wardrobe. You don't think there's a dress code, so jeans and a t-shirt will probably suffice. As you toss clothes aside, though, more waking nightmares fill your head. You deem each shirt you see inadequate. No bright colors, no flashy logos, no pop-culture references, that simply won't do. By the time you reach the bottom of your folded laundry, you settle on a grayish polo, an article that you can't imagine suggesting anything about you other than that you might be a little boring sometimes.

Which is true.

No backing out now! Suddenly, you feel as if you've got something to prove. Is it stylish to show up fashionably late? No, that only counts if people know who you are. Or maybe you should wait a while for things to get started, just to avoid anything awkward happening.
>Text Jay and meet him and Sonia before the party starts for mission briefing.
>You're overthinking this. Head over on time.
>You'll only be a little bit late if you finish the next episode of Kill x Sis.
>Other

>>33280783
>>You'll only be a little bit late if you finish the next episode of Kill x Sis.

The show is riveting.

>>33280783
>>You'll only be a little bit late if you finish the next episode of Kill x Sis.
We must learn more from Takamasa

>>33280783
>Other

Stay indoors. Your agoraphobia can't handle parties of this magnitude. He should know better.

>>33281027

You don't really think it's -that- bad. You'll catch an episode, see how you feel.

>>33280966
>>33280814

Riveting it is. As your online review suggests, it started slow, but you haven't been able to pull away since the first couple of episodes. The show follows Numata Takamasa—a bit of a delinquent, but with a heart of gold—who, after being held back a year, transfers to the same high school as his twin stepsisters, and finds himself caught up in a war between the various classes and the oppressive Student Council. Luckily, he has a powerful weapon: half of an oversized pair of wire cutters, which can dismantle the powerful mecha that the Student Council do battle in, as well as strip down the very coating of the red threads of love.

Then, there's the romantic intrigue, between Takamasa and his stepsisters, who develop romantic feelings for him after he comes to their rescue—as well as between Takamasa and his arch-rival, Kirugana Hoshi, the Student Council President, who consistently bests him in battle with the matching half to his broken weapon, which she acquired at some point in her mysterious past. After each defeat, she mocks Takamasa, hounding him with her catchphrase, which has achieved full meme status on the anime communities you frequent online: “[OVERLOCALIZED JAPANESE IDIOM]”.

In the center of the school's athletics field, Hoshi's blade clashes with Takamasa's. Rippling shockwaves of force strip the grass and turf from the ground and send students flying, but neither of them concede an inch! The battle mirrors one from the first episode, but now, having learned much in his battles with the members of the Student Council, he's capable of holding his own in combat against her.

>1/2

>>33281401

Suddenly, he's stalled in surprise, as she asks him if he wants to know the truth behind where she acquired the other half of this weapon. A sneak attack catches him off guard, and sends him flying to the ground—then, Hoshi straddles him, mocking him again as she moves in for the kiss, but unaware that his stepsisters are looking on from the bleachers!

The episode ends, and you pick your jaw back up. You can't stop now!

Fuck, you're already late. And you haven't learned, like, anything. A missed text from Jay, five minutes after the party was supposed to start: “Don't welch on me, you fucking fuck.” Willpower prevails over both your urge not to go, and your desire to watch more Kill x Sis; you make for the door, and make your way across campus.

The Pi-kaps, as they're called, have the largest of the houses. Unregistered parties here are typically low-profile, and contribute to the birth of numerous rumors and mysteries about the fraternity. You wonder how Jay ended up hearing about this shindig; regardless, they don't ID at unregistered parties, meaning you can avoid social interaction at the door. It's a little bit after sunset, and you make your way toward the house from down the street. A group of girls and a guy, all unfamiliar, are sharing beers on the front steps. Electronic music pulses softly from within.
>Text Jay and ask where he is.
>Head on inside and look for him. Not like you have to talk to anyone you don't know.
>Strike up a conversation with the fine crowd outside—maybe ask for a drink!
>Other.

>>33281425
>>Head on inside and look for him. Not like you have to talk to anyone you don't know.

You should rename this quest Flashbacks.

>>33281425
>>Text Jay and ask where he is.
And we can just kinda stand there super awkwardly and make everyone feel weird.

>>33281591
this

>>33281425
>>Head on inside and look for him. Not like you have to talk to anyone you don't know

>>33281484

(( I kind of like that. Was at a loss for a name when I made the thread. Perhaps as a subtitle? ))

>>33281591

You approach the crowd at the door, noting the brief pause in their conversation as they expect you to join in or address them. Instead, you put your back to one of the columns at the house's entrance and pull out your smartphone, bathing your face in white light as you slowly and deliberately Swype out a message to Jay. “Where are you?”

When you finish, you smile and nod at one of the girls in the group—she cocks an eyebrow, returning a confused look—then continue looking through them as if they weren't there. Your cellphone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out. “You here? Come upstairs.”

You give it another couple seconds. You aren't listening to and don't terribly care about their conversation, but it comes to another awkward pause as you insert an “Oh, yeah!” after another girl's digression. They look at you, and you step through the middle of the crowd, accidentally bumping elbows with the guy as you make your way inside.

There's a few similar groups of people hanging out in the lobby; in front of you, a staircase heads up and to the left, while immediately to your right, an archway leads into a rec room with a pool table and a few couches; a sliding glass door on the far end leads into the house's back yard, which looks pretty empty. The main room to your left has been cleared out to serve as a makeshift 'dance floor' with strobe lights and music, and the kitchen appears to be currently serving as a bar.

>1/2

>>33282030

A girl appears from around the upstairs corner and begins stomping down to the lower level; you can't help but notice she's slightly off-time with the music, which bothers you a bit. You see Jay peek out from above and wave to her, calling out over the music and background noise of conversations. “Hey, hey! Sonia, what's wrong!”

“Oh, piss off!” She tosses her hand over her shoulder in a deliberate “go away” gesture, making her way through the rec room and out into the backyard.

Jay catches your face in the crowd, and makes his way down the stairs, approaching you with a sigh. “Ah, fuck.”

“What'd you do to her?” You ask.

“Nothin'. Just made a joke.” He responds, shaking his head. “Whatever. Glad you could make it. Want me to get you a drink?”
>”Sure, sure.” Guess you'll see what this is all about.
>”Yeah, in a minute.” Go talk to Sonia. Hell, you might be doing him a favor.
>”I'm good for now.” Ask Jay about his 'mack sense'.
>Other.

>>33282059
>>”Sure, sure.” Guess you'll see what this is all about.
We can cover for our social ineptitude by pretending to drink from the cup

>>33282059
>>”Yeah, in a minute.” Go talk to Sonia. Hell, you might be doing him a favor.

Let's see what the only compitent person in this story is up to.

>>33282059
>>”Sure, sure.” Guess you'll see what this is all about.

>>33282380
>>33282126

“Yeah.” Your vision trails toward Sonia, speech trailing off. “Sure, sounds good.”

“Right, right. I'll hook you up.” Jay nods, handing you a Solo cup. “Oh, check this out. Sip. Sip?”

The liquid is pinkish-red and translucent, and as it crosses your lips, your sinuses clear and your eyes open wide. A bit buttery, salty—with an aftertaste reminscent of the scent of isopropyl alcohol. “God, what the fuck?”

“It's like, Gatorade and Everclear or something. You can barely taste it. Fucked up, huh?” He nods.

“Yeah, that's about what I'd call it.” You roll your eyes. “So, I'm here, and your girl just bailed on you.”

“I'll fix that right up in a sec, yo.” He shakes his head. “Don't worry about it. You should talk to her! She's nice. Maybe she'll tell you what that 'big secret' is, eh?”

“I'll think about it.” You respond. “What do we do next?”

“You, my friend, are going to hone your mack sense.” Jay nods, pushing the cup in your face again. “Sip. Trust me, you're going to need this.”

It burns a bit on the way down, and you cough. “We've tried this before, Jay.”

“Shhh. Let's do, uh, that girl over there.” He points to a dark-skinned girl, who looks half passed-out on one of the couches in the rec room. “Open your eyes, and see as I see. Tell me what your mack sense perceives.”

“She's, uh, cute.”

“Further.”

“Her hair looks nice. Maybe cares a lot about her appearance?”

“You think she likes compliments?”

“I guess?”

“Wrong. What does she like to do in her spare time?”

“I don't want to play this game anymore, Jay.”

“You're not drunk enough.” He sighs. “I'm gonna make you something to fix that. While I'm gone, I want you... to go mack on Sonia.”

>1/2

>>33282059
>Other.

"How long do I have to stay? I don't know anybody. This music is giving me a headache. I want to go back to my room. This stuff is only fun for you."

>>33282901

“You want me to do what?” You fold your arms as Jay begins leading you through the archway to the rec room. Things are a bit quieter in here, aside from the mixed group playing some game with playing cards and shot glasses at a dinner table. There's a TV in the corner, playing some late-night variety show with run-of-the-mill, canned humor. It doesn't nearly compare to the comedy you watched last season, which...

“Look, I was being an asshole earlier because I think she's your type!” Jay interrupts your train of thought again.

“Not because you're just, automatically an asshole?”

“No, no, you're both smart and into books and shit like that! Hell, I bet she'd like anime.” Your eyes widen briefly, but you know better than to be deceived by his words.

“Can't we just do something else?”

“What fun would that be?”
>You've got an almost legitimate reason to go outside. Might as well see if she's alright, at least.
>Go look around upstairs or something.
>Keep bugging Jay. Wouldn't want the bastard to give you alcohol poisoning.
>See what's going on in the rec room.

>>33282987
>>You've got an almost legitimate reason to go outside. Might as well see if she's alright, at least.

>>33282987
Why does this quest feel like an episode of the office?

>>Keep bugging Jay. Wouldn't want the bastard to give you alcohol poisoning.
Jay, telling me to try and get with your girlfriend tops your shitty idea list.

>>33282987
>You've got an almost legitimate reason to go outside. Might as well see if she's alright, at least.
God, this is painful to read, and not because of bad writing.

>>33282987
>You've got an almost legitimate reason to go outside. Might as well see if she's alright, at least.

"Hi, feeling alright? Okay, great, bye!" and then we're fucking free.

>>33283038
>>33283023
cringequest

>>33280350
I shoot Jay
Fuck that wigger

>>33283051
>>33283038
>>33283033
>>33283023
>>33282903

“Jay, telling me to try and get with your girlfriend tops your shitty idea list.” You shake your head. “How long do I have to stay here? I don't know anybody, and this music is annoying. You know this kind of stuff is only fun for you.”

“Man, I'm telling the truth. And she's not my girlfriend.” He frowns. “Look, whatever. Just try this one thing, and you're good to go if you want. Promise.”

“Fine.” Alright, good. A quick in-and-out, 'how are you feeling, alright cool bye', and you'll be free of this hellish place. “Go make your drink.”

“Man,” Jay puts a hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes. “Thank you.”

He departs for the dance floor and the kitchen beyond, and you turn on a heel and walk nervously toward the screen door. A deep breath as you approach, then slide it aside and take a tentative step into the backyard. It slides closed behind you, blocking out the noise of the party indoors. There's another small group of guys chatting over mixed drinks in the corner of the yard—they appear to be excited over something, occasionally shouting or jumping to their feet.

You're looking for Sonia, and find her sitting in a chair on the deck, staring into the distance. You take a moment to actually look at her—long, blonde hair with mottled highlights, and a white button-down blouse that looks... about a size too small in all of the places that matter. You inhale, mustering your courage. Briefly, you imagine a story of loneliness—of a girl waiting for her white knight to swoop in and save her world. Could it be you? Could this be your moment?

No, it couldn't.

>1/2

>>33283777

Sonia doesn't seem to notice, or simply doesn't say anything as you approach. You pause for a bit on the edge of her field of vision, then speak up. “Hey, uh. I saw you run out earlier. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Me?” She turns to face you. “Oh, I'm fine. I was just dealing with someone.”

“Jay, right?”

“Oh, you're his friend? He told me he was inviting someone else.” She frowns.

“Yeah, yeah. Known him since, uh, high school. I don't know how we manage to get along. He can be a bit of an asshole all the time, but he means well. I'm sure he wasn't trying to offend you.”

“A bit of an asshole? Tell me about it.” She shakes her head, then pauses and smiles. “But, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for asking.”

“Mmm... alright. Well, I'm gonna—“

“Hey, wait! Jay didn't tell me your name.”
>What is your name?

>>33283819
Edgardo

>>33283819
'Silent' Bob.

>>33283819
Borris

>>33283819
Goro Hayate.

We legally changed it.

>>33283819
I feel we need a completely boring name. John? Kevin?

>>33283819
>>33283947
> Johnny

>>33283965
We wish people would call us John.

>>33283984
Unfortunately no one ever does.

>>33283819

Tidus Finley

>>33283965
>>33283947
>>33283984

“It's John.” You respond. Well, Johnny. But you'd rather people just call you John, even though no one ever does. Since she doesn't know you properly, though, you might as well introduce yourself as you'd like to be called. There's a bit of an awkward pause, and you're not really sure what to say. “Yeeeaah, just John.”

“Oh, sorry! I didn't hear you. My ears are ringing a little.” She smiles, giggling a bit to herself. “Nice to meet you, Johnny.”

“N-no, it's just...”

“Something wrong?” She asks.

“Nah.” You sigh, your heart sinking. You have a seat on the ridge of the deck across from her. “Man, I don't even know why I came here.”

“Oh, I feel the same way.” She shrugs. “I never do stuff like this—just, your friend sort of dragged me here, and he seemed pretty nice...”

You laugh. This isn't... going terribly. “Yeah, he's got a way of doing that. I'd rather be back at my place right now, actually.”

“Really?” She grins. “Doing what?”

“Just... stuff.” Don't let them in. Don't let them see. Better change the subject. “What about you? What do you do in your spare time?”

“Ah, I'm sure Jay told you I work over at the library.” She smiles, rising from her seat and moving to join you on the ridge. “I mostly keep to myself, and do a lot of reading and stuff.”

“I respect that. What do you like to read about?”

“Eh.” She pauses. “You'll think it's stupid.”

“I bet I won't.”

“Magic.”

>1/2

>>33284418


“Ah, yeah. Jay told me that. Like, fantasy and stuff, right?” You can respect someone with taste in fiction, even if it doesn't match your abnormal, highly selective taste.

“No, no.” She shakes her head. “Like, chaos magic and shamanism and stuff. Actually, this is kind of stupid, but that's another reason why I was okay with coming here.”

What will you say?
> This is all starting to seem a bit ridiculous.”Huh. What does that have to do with anything here?”
> ”Jay told me that you know about some sort of fraternity secret, right? Anything to do with that?”
> Other

>>33284439
>> ”Jay told me that you know about some sort of fraternity secret, right? Anything to do with that?”

While this isn't really cringy enough for this quest, actually dealing with her insanity will be, so let's get to that quickly.

>>33284439
>> ”Jay told me that you know about some sort of fraternity secret, right? Anything to do with that?”

>>33284439

> ”Jay told me that you know about some sort of fraternity secret, right? Anything to do with that?”

>>33284439
>> ”Jay told me that you know about some sort of fraternity secret, right? Anything to do with that?”

>>33284526

Chaos magic and shamanism? Never mind, Jay can go to hell. This girl is clearly not right in the head, and you're pretty sure he knew that before now by account of his mack sense. Is this his way of saying something about you—does he think you're crazy too? Eh, you'll roll with it for now.

“Yeah, Jay told me you know about some sort of fraternity secret. Does it have anything to do with that?”

“Mhmm.” She nods, face reddening a bit, then stretches her arms behind her back—and you struggle briefly to keep your eyes at head level. “One of the brothers is holding onto a book that they stole from the, uh, library downtown as part of some prank.”

“Chaos magic stuff?” You feel strange just asking.

“More like ceremonial magic stuff, kind of hermetic.” She does an awkward 'half-and-half' gesture with her hands. “Was penned in the fifteenth century, by this guy who started his own religion. It's supposed to contain like, the true names of all of their gods and devils. Super cool stuff, but no one here would have any idea how to read it.”

“Right, right. Where do you think it is?” You begin to ask, then cock an eyebrow and twitch suddenly as she leans onto your shoulder. God damnit.

“I bet they're hiding it in one of the rooms upstairs.” Sonia smiles. “Do you think you could get it for me? I can show you all sorts of crazy stuff!”

“I dunno how I feel about stealing stolen property.” You roll your eyes. “Plus, the Pi-kaps don't really seem like the type I want to mess with.”

“I just want to look! We can give it back afterward, or hide it somewhere else.” She nods. “Everyone's probably too wasted to care! C'mon, it'll be more fun than whatever you've got going here.”
>Fine, fine. She already got your name wrong. Have her point you in the right direction, and make it quick.
>Lie. Tell her you'll do it, and go check on Jay or something else.
>Refuse. You ain't dealing with this bullshit anymore.
>Other.

>>33284904
>Lie. Tell her you'll do it, and go check on Jay or something else.

Engage emergency thrusters. Bitch is trying to play us.

>>33284904

>Fine, fine. She already got your name wrong. Have her point you in the right direction, and make it quick.

>>33284904
>>Lie. Tell her you'll do it, and go check on Jay or something else.

Is it bad that I'm holding the sides of my monitor and screaming "FLY YOU FOOL" at it?

>>33284904
>Fine, fine. She already got your name wrong. Have her point you in the right direction, and make it quick.
Can't... ignore... PLOT HOOK!

>>33284904
>Lie. Tell her you'll do it, and go check on Jay or something else.

Let her flash her tits at someone who cares. 2D all the way.

>>33285092
>>33284996
>>33284971
>>33284943

Two and two. Rolling for tiebreaker without another response before :55.

>>33284904
>Fine, fine. She already got your name wrong. Have her point you in the right direction, and make it quick.
We're going to get caught and fucked, aren't we?

And not fucked in the good, fun way either.

>>33285130
>>Lie. Tell her you'll do it, and go check on Jay or something else.

>>33285140
I'm sure the frat guys would enjoy it

>>33285155
>>33285124
>>33284943

“Alright, alright.” You say. You'll go check on Jay, or something, leave if you have to—literally anything you can do to get her out of your business. “But if I get tangled up in any bullshit, I'm bailing out.”

“Trust me! You won't.” She grins. As you begin to stand up, she takes your hand, pulling you into a brief kiss; your eyes crack wide in surprise for a moment, then close for another, as she presses her tongue against yours before pulling away. There's a sweet scent, and a heady taste, like some type of alcohol or another—followed by a sudden, stabbing pain between your eyes, and a flash of red in your field of view. She giggles. “For good luck, right?”

“Uh...” You press a hand to your forehead, shaking the headache away. What the fuck is going on? How out-of-it are you? “Right, I'm going.”

You turn, slamming the screen door open and almost breaking into a sprint as you head back into the rec-room. Jay intercepts you from the side—he's got a habit of doing that—with a pair of mixed drinks in hand. “Yooo, Johnny, boy! How'd it go?” He asks, his voice quieting. “Where's Sonia?”

“She's...” You look over your shoulder, to the darkness of an empty yard, then take a glance around to make sure she's not within earshot. “I'm not sure, but she's a little bit, uh. Fucked up. I'm a little terrified.”

“What happened?”

“Well, she kissed me—“

“That is terrifying.”

“Oh, fuck off, man.”

“So, how was it?” Jay asks. “I know it's not really a teaching art, and you haven't exactly spent too much time in female company...”

“My fucking head, like...” As you speak, the taste of her lips comes to your mind, and you hear yourself cough up a foreign, disgusting syllable—then, another, to form a word in a language you've never heard and never want to hear again. Your eyes widen, and your hands snap to your throat in a brief moment of panic.

>1/2

>>33285470

Jay appears unsettled. “You losing your voice?”

“...I think so. Whatever the fuck, man.” You shake your head. “She asked me to go upstairs and find this stolen magic devil book for her, or something.”

“And you're not doing it.” Jay responds.

“Hell no!” You respond. “I'm not even gonna mess around with that. Don't want to fuck with her, and don't want to fuck with Pi-kaps.”

“Alright, then. Well, since I'm your friend.” Jay folds his arms, adjusting his cap before turning on a heel and starting for the stairs. “I'm gonna go get it for you.”

“Jay, what the fuck.”

“S'cool! You can tell her you did it, or I helped you find it, or whatever! Tell me a little bit about it, eh?”
>Try and stop him.
>Go with him.
>Check outside for Sonia.
>Bail.
>Other.

>>33285486
>Bail.
This is getting to be out of our depth, we should probably run while we still can.

>>33285486
>>Try and stop him.
>Bail.

Jay, she is not worth this.

>>33285486
>Go with him.
It's about time we learned to man the fuck up and become the big damn hero we were born to be.

>>33285542
By being the catspaw of a manipulative bitch?

>>33285486
>Bail.

>>33285570

By moving outside our comfort zone and trying something new. Who knows, it might get interesting.

>>33285628
>trying something new

yes, theft at the behest of someone waving the promise of sex at you (and is totally not going to actually give you any) is how real men are born.

>>33285655

Sex? I think it had something more to do with evil demon magic. Also it's stolen anyway so we'll just put it in better hands.

>>33285684
So everything that happened in our conversation with her went completely over your head. Ok.

>>33285725

You seem to be the one missing entire parts of the conversation, referencing the promise of sex after this paragraph:

> As you speak, the taste of her lips comes to your mind, and you hear yourself cough up a foreign, disgusting syllable—then, another, to form a word in a language you've never heard and never want to hear again. Your eyes widen, and your hands snap to your throat in a brief moment of panic.

>>33285863
She put a curse on us or something to make sure we did what she wanted even if her attempts at manipulation failed. That doesn't mean she wasn't trying to manipulate us.

>>33285900

I don't think it was a curse that is forcing us to do what she wanted (because otherwise the QM wouldn't have given us the option to bail), though I can't say for sure if it was or wasn't her just trying to manipulate us. Either way, our options still stand of bailing back to our apartment to continue watching Kill x Sis with no change or we try to break free of the monotony we've created for ourselves.

>>33285972
Yeah, you're as crazy as she is.

>>33285989

I'm glad we've had such a great, thought-provoking discussion.

>>33285501
>>33285582

“She said it's upstairs in some room.” You walk with him, but only by account of the fact that the stairs are in the same direction as the door. “Good luck!”

“Where are you going?” Jay asks. He stumbles over his words a bit, then briefly braces himself on your shoulder before righting his posture.

“Gonna get some air real quick. I'll be back.” You respond.

You exit the door in a hurry, bumping into the same guy you bumped into on the way in. You stall on the sidewalk outside for a few moments, trying to get your head straight, before starting back for your apartment. It's not terribly late, but you'd rather be home sooner than later after such an odd series of events. You walk for another few minutes, putting the fraternity house in the distance behind you, before your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's Jay.

“I got the book. Please come back. I need help.”

Another rapid-fire text, this one is a picture, which your phone immediately downloads. It's a picture of a book, held carefully between Jay's hands; you can tell from the scar on his wrist from an accident when you guys went go-karting in high school. It looks like it's opened to a random page, which looks to have been exhaustively covered in hundreds of handwritten symbols in some unknown runic script.

Another red flash, and a buzzing in the back of your mind. More disgusting syllables and phrases unlike those you've spoken or heard in any language crawl out from the back of your throat, and you languish over each one, unwittingly exegeting the text until you force yourself to stop. The fuck is going on—and how do you know any of this?

A third text in the sequence. “Okay, they're acting like they're not going to let me leave. Come back and vouch for me?”
>Other

>>33286027
We really can't just leave him. Magic or not, our buddy's in trouble and we can help him.

>>33286027
>other
What do you mean they're not going to let you leave? They're calling the cops?

Going back will just lead to more of these red flashes and then cthulhu will pop out of our skull and kill the planet.

>>33286027
Why would the frat boys care about us vouching for him? We're completely unknown.

>>33286027
>Other
>>Start running back to the frat house. While Jay may be an asshole some (read: all) of the time, we've been friends long enough that I can't just abandon him. He would have come to help me, so I'm going to go save him.

>>33286027
>>Other
Tell him we'll bail him out of jail in the morning.

>>33286147
Pretty much this. It's not like he went anywhere with the thing, so any charges against him will either be dropped or minor.

Super migraine and tongues are more worrying, honestly.

>>33286027
We don't leave friends to get fucked, either.

Go back to the frathouse as quickly as we can.

>>33286147
this.

>>33286027
Man what the hell.
Bitch put magic on us.
And it's not even Japanese magic.
This is fucked.

>>33286339
Sonia is the BBEG

>>33286372
She can't be the BBEG, she's not even Japanese.
She's a prick taking up valuable screentime.
Screentime that could be used on a popular Japanese villain.
Why did we even come to this party.

>>33286407
Our idiot asshole friend guilted us into it. And now he's going to jail.

>>33286414
Is everyone in this thread going to ignore the fact that everything Jay has done thus far he has done with our best interest in mind? He might be shitty at it, but at least he's trying to help us.

>>33286414
Figures. A black guy agrees with a plan to steal something.

>>33286440
I'm ok with him spending a night in jail reconsidering his life decisions.

>>33286440
Remember that time mom had our "best interest in mind" by refusing to let us buy figurines? It's why we had to move out in the first place.

>>33286440
Lyrical Magica Code taught me that doing things with "best interest" means pushing your views onto people, for the sake of your pride. That's why you get so defensive when your best interests are hurting people - it hurts your pride. You were never interested in helping people, only helping yourself.
If you really wish the best for people, you wouldn't get between them and what they love.

>>33286119
>>33286071
>>33286254

You pause, briefly, entering a message, and waiting another couple of minutes before sending it.

“I'm on my way.”

He might be a bit of a douchebag, but you've got to admit, Jay's got your back. Nothing he's done so far hasn't been in your best interest—even if he's done it all in his own shitty way, and even if he doesn't seem to get that you can't have a good time the same way he can, he's been by your side. Unfortunately, you're almost obligated to do the same.

You jog back to the fraternity house, bumping into the guy a third time on the way through the door—”Sorry, man!”—and taking a quick look around before making your way up the stairs. It's a long hallway, with doors evenly spaced on either side; most of them are closed, while some offer different musical environments for smaller groups of people. Downstairs wasn't so bad, you think, compared to the first room you pass blaring gangsta rap, and the second country-western.

You pick up the pace to the room at the end of the hall. It's a bit cramped, and quieter than the other rooms. There's a computer desk and a chair set up, next to a bunk bed, and a small coffee table in the center of the room, parked in front of a small television on a stand at one wall. Jay is seated next to the table, while three other guys, all wearing Pi-kap polos, are at positions around the room; as you enter, a fourth closes the door behind you.

You turn around, first, to see him, and second, to see the large Kill x Sis poster on the inside of the door, depicting Takamasa and Hoshi clashing in front of an army of WIRES mecha. You turn around to Jay, who silently mouths: “I fucking told you.”

>1/3?

>>33286682
What the fuck? You took the minority vote here?

>>33286682

“Alright, alright. So, this is the guy?” One of the four asks. “Tell us again why this means we shouldn't call security.”

“I told you, man. This girl downstairs—probably one of your sweethearts, knew all about this, book thing.” Jay says. “And she told me and my boy to go see if we could find it, cause she wanted to see what was inside. We didn't think it was a secret. What, were we gonna steal it or something? You've got a house full of people, man, I'm—”

“How much did she tell you about it?” Another asks. Jay begins to answer, but the brother cuts him off, pointing at you instead. “This guy.”

“Nothing, I swear.” You remain calm, raising your hands a bit. “Just that she wanted to read it or something.”

“Read it?” The man gives you a confused look.

“Yeah, right.” Jay retrieves the book from the table, thumbing through it with a laugh. “She wanted to -see- it, is what she said. Here, you know anyone who could read this bullshit?”

He sends the book your way with a heaving toss, and you go against your instincts to catch it, if only to avoid it from hitting the ground. It flips open to a random page, and you try to avert your eyes, but the characters draw your gaze downward, and you allow the book to fall open on the floor, translating the otherworldly syllables in a trance-like state.

The room's inhabitants look upon you, somewhere between shock and horror—then, a few feet above the book, a jagged rift of orange light begins to unfold, the air around it rippling. There's a grating roar from within, loud enough to deafen you to the sound of your own chanting and shake the very building on its foundation. Small objects topple, curtains fly, and the Kill x Sis poster is ripped from the wall, dying well before its time.

>2/3

>>33286696

(( Definitely wasn't minority. ))

>>33286701

Unceremoniously, the rift deposits a large, armored gauntlet, before closing abruptly. Forged of dark metal, with red bands at the joints, each of the article's oversized fingertips ends in a clawed spire. It lands on the ground at your feet with a dull thud, and you can feel immense heat rising off of it.

“He fucking knows.” One of the four says. “I knew they were bullshitting.”

“What do you mean? Knows what? What the fuck was that?” Jay asks, panicked; you return him an equally confused look. “Look, don't call security. We can work this out.”

“Oh, you don't have to worry about that.” Another of the brothers cracks his knuckles, and you feel a hand on your collar from behind. “This ain't gonna leave this room.”

What will you do?
>Other

>>33286724
Three people voted to rambo. Like 6 voted for either getting more info or just leaving him.

If you're going to railroad, don't even bother asking for votes.

>>33286724
Nah.

>>33286724
Shit QM. Shit quest. Dropped.

>>33286738
>>33286772

(( I count "other" votes as cumulative toward a particular course of action. I can show you how it broke down for me, though you might not agree. ))

>>33286724
There is only one thing remaning in our arsenal.

Time to cry and swear to god that we didn't see anything, and won't tell anybody anything.

>>33286724
>Other
Stick our hand in the gauntlet and try to do something with it, maybe with the magic Sonia used on is we will know how to use the gauntlet.

>>33286724
This is bullshit anyway.
I don't want to read your book
I don't want your stupid girl
I want to go home and watch the latest episodes of Kill x Sis.

>>33286824
This isn't magic. Magic involves young 2D girls in cute 2D dresses. This is obviously spooky, but it is not magic.

>>33286724
Anime lore.
What anime has a scene like this? How did the protagonist act?

>>33286859
I guess I forgot that TG doesn't actually want to do anything and that you'd rather sit in your room watching anime rather than doing a quest. Maybe I'll go watch anime (and become what the people in this thread want from a quest).

>>33286724
Slide foot into the glove therefore putting it on and then start a fist fight with everyone, including Jay.

>>33286915
>Joins a weeaboo quest
>doesn't want to be a weeaboo

uh huh.

>>33286915
Why can't we get anime magic.
Why can't there be anime adventures.
Where are the little girls.
I'm fine with extraordinary things happening with magic, adventures and little girls.

>>33286907
Well, typically, the power would come from within. However, usually when there's a fairly ominous looking artifact, it'll manifest when we're in danger, offering us power in exchange for some kind of pact.

Since we're male, probably for our soul once we've accomplished our goals.

>>33286915
You're the QM samefagging, aren't you?

>>33286952
So we, like "THE POWER OF THE MOON" to befriend these fratboys and convince them to enjoy tea and anime with us? that sounds cool. Maybe they can bring their little sisters with them.

>>33286915
Well, this party hasn't been very anime.
This book isn't doing very anime things.
Why would a weeb be interested?

>>33286990
No, you fucking philistine. That would be the case if we were a girl.

We're a man! As such, we've got to find a rival nation and crush them beneath our heel with our newfound power. Along the way we'll pick up many pawns including a mysterious girl who is connected to our powers somehow, and will remain an enigma until the last episode when we unlock our true power by either killing her or fucking her.

>>33286926
That is definitely not the case, I would much prefer something akin to >>33286941 over a boring quest where nothing happens.

>>33286941
I agree with and am completely fine with this (so long as anything actually happens).

>>33286953
Nope, I just don't like shitty quests where nothing gets done because people don't want to do anything (regardless of whether or not it's "in character" for a weeb, a story still needs conflict to be interesting and conflict is what some posters in this thread have been trying to avoid at all costs).

>>33287036
>Only one mysterious girl
>Not an entire harem
This book must be a chinese knockoff, then.

>>33287038
How about conflict with japanese merchandise as the reward?

>>33287028
A completely legitimate response, though I would also argue that just because being a weeb is his defining characteristic doesn't mean he has to never break from the antisocial weeb stereotype.

>>33287080
The primary source of conflict should be between his weeb interests, and the reality of the world.
Here, the reality of the world is 4 rowdy fratboys, an xbro roommate, a book which acts like western fiction, and a girl that isn't even 2D.

Right now, that fucking girl put WESTERN magic on us, for her WESTERN book, in this WESTERN frathouse. I want to go punch her in her stupid 3D face.

>>33286907

Well, let's see.

There was 'Takegawa the Brave', a movie you watched a couple of months ago. Set in a fictional adaptation of the Sengoku era, you recall your favorite scene, when young Takegawa conquers his fear of death and takes up his father's sword to protect his family in their time of need, and fight for his country!

You, unfortunately, have yet to conquer your fear of death.

>>33286813
>>33286859

“This is bullshit! I don't want your stupid book, I don't care about some stupid girl, and I don't give a shit about this stupid glove!” You shout, trying not to cry. “I just want to go home and watch Kill x Sis! Fuck you guys! What do you want from me? I didn't see anything, I'm not gonna tell anybody anything, just leave me alone!”

There's a long pause, then Jay jumps from his seat, clearing the two brothers that lunge for him from either side of the room in one smooth motion. He grabs onto you, slamming the door wide, and pulls you out of the room, throwing the door back toward them. “Fuck it, we're outie!”

You hear footsteps down the hall toward you, but continue, full sprint, in a daze, not stopping until your apartment comes into view. You and Jay push through the door and slam it shut behind you. Your side hurts; your hands are shaking, and you can barely breathe. You collapse into a sitting position on the floor, and he falls onto the couch.

You left your VLC on autoplay, and it's continued running through your folders while you've been gone the whole night. It looks like it finished up with Kill x Sis without you—you're a little ways into “Oh No I Poop From There Sensei~”. You'd never tell anyone, but you're coming up on one of your favorite parts, where they finally find out what Umineko-senpai is hiding in her colon. You should probably turn that off, but right now, you don't fucking care. Your head hurts, and you're sick of everything—if you were going to steal something, why couldn't have been that poster?

>1/2

>>33287179

“Bro, that's fucked up. Can you turn that shit off?”

“You're fucked up! Fuck you, Jay.” You whine, gritting your teeth. “Why do you always try to change me?”

“I'm sorry, man. It's not like that.” He sighs. “I thought we were gonna have some fun.”

“I was having fun just fine here!” You respond. “I'm sorry, but that's the last time. It's just not gonna work out.”

“I see you, bro.” He hangs his head low. “But, hey. I, uh, picked something up on the way out to make it up to you. You might not want it, though.”

“What?”

He produces the hellforged gauntlet from behind his back, dumping it on the table between the two of you.

What will you do?
>Other

>>33287191
Put it on for the hell of it.

>>33287191
Lube it up and do what comes naturally.

>>33287191
"At it'll look cool on the shelf."

>>33287191
Put it on and do what all of the greatest anime's ever have (TTGL, FMA: Brotherhood, etc.) and go punch god in the face.

>>33287191
Which anime is the hellforged gauntlet from? Maybe we can set it with our figmas. We can set our posable toys to ride it's fingers in sexual poses.
Or maybe we can wear it and pretend to be a commander in the Sengoku era, ruling over our land with a literal iron fist.

>>33287191
Exclaim about how it is pretty cool but you are too tired to deal with it right now. You and Jay agree to deal with it in the morning. After Jay leaves you put the glove on your life-size statue of Shinji Ikari (your role model) since it seems like a good of a place as any to keep it till tomorrow.

>>33287191
>What will you do?
Set VLC to watch Kill x Sis, of course. We missed it while we were out.

>>33287243
>Not having a life-sized statue of Yagami Light, Aznable Char or Spike Spiegel

>>33287243
>life-size statue of Shinji Ikari (your role model)
But actually though.

>>33287271
With how this quest has played out so far, he is way too "crying bot get in robot" for one of those statues.

>>33287298
It's a shame we're not a mahou shoujo [magical girl]. We'd look so kyuutsu [cute] wearing the glove.

>>33287312
Clearly we need to start a different quest.

>>33287332
OOC: No, this is fine. It's the story of a man who must come to terms with how he is not a character in underage panty quest 202.

IC: Maybe we can visit whatever the in-universe equivalent of /tg/ is and start a quest about a Gauntlet that takes over preteen girls' minds and compulses them to shove things up each-others' anuses.

>>33287243

You're definitely living the Shinji life right about now. Unfortunately, you don't have a statue to match the man you've modeled your life over to model your newfound gauntlet on.

There is your daki, though.

Don't worry, it's not Shinji, but you should probably not let Jay into your bedroom.

>>33287220

Speaking of things you're going to do that Jay should never see or know about?

Yeah, that's one of 'em.

It does look kind of warm, now that you mention it. Sharp, too, but you can probably work around that.

>>33287236
>>33287234

Oh, now you're talking.

You're not sure what this fucking thing reminds you of, actually. It's a whole lot of Devil Bringer, a little Guts, and a little Edward Elrich. Brings to mind images of hot-blooded protagonists punching God in the face—you could wear it on your right hand, and pretend to be the Imagine Breaker, or something like Vega but less muscular, with shorter hair, and not sexy at all. You think you could definitely rule a nation, with the proper tools and the right people. Hell, you're definitely smart enough.

>1/2

>>33287446

You jump back through your playlist and put Kill x Sis back on. Jay groans, but he can go straight to wherever this fucking glove came from. You've spent too long waiting on your cliffhanger ending.

Takamasa is about to lock lips with Hoshi, releasing fourteen painstaking episodes of romantic tension and hot-blooded youthful vigor in a single moment, much to the dismay of his step-sisters. But moments before their lips can touch, Student Council member Noubatsu crashes down before them in his newly-built Mark 4 WIRES determined to prove himself to Hoshi and take revenge for his embarassing defeat at Takamasa's hands in episode five!

“I might be a little buzzed, but this actually isn't bad.” Jay says. “I think I'd be more into it if the animation quality wasn't all over the fucking place.”

“For your information, the studio—“

“Yeah, yeah. So, what was the deal with the demonic chanting back there?” Jay asks. “And, uh, you gonna put that thing on, or what?”

What will you do?
>Other

>>33287459
I don't know what the demonic chanting was.
I think that fucking girl used some western devil magic.
And no I'm not going to put this on.
...
Go into our room, lock the door, put it on, and pretend we're an evil emperor watching anime fights through a security camera.

>>33287459
Put it on, of course!

"Hell yeah. Laugh and it's going straight to your balls."

>>33287459
Put it on.

>>33287484
This.

>>33287459
You try it on first Jay, you grabbed it after all. If their chanting scared you that is fine, I was pretty freaked out by it too so it was a good thing we got out of there before I managed to do less than nothing.

>>33287484
>>33287472
>>33287496

“I don't know what the chanting was.” You respond. “I don't want to believe it, but I think Sonia actually used some kind of goddamn devil magic on me.”

“Mm, always something weird about those kind of girls.” He shrugs. “So, you're not going to put it on, then?”

“Of course not! That would be insane!” You say. “Those frat guys seemed to know what was going on better than we did! Who knows what they would have done to us, or what this thing could even be?”

“You're gonna put it on, then?”

“I'm putting it on right now.”

Unfamiliar symbols appear in your mind, but you hold down the disgusting syllables, attempting to discern their meaning—by meditating on the intoxicating taste of Sonia's lips, embarassingly enough. What kind of curse did she put on you?

“With this power, I open the first gate to Dark!” You reach out for the gauntlet, and slide the fingers of your right hand into it. It fits perfectly, suffusing you with a strange warmth, and a strength you're not used to. Your legs no longer ache; your hands no longer shake, and you feel as if your fatigue is absorbed into the folds of the faintly glowing armor. The room darkens slightly, and your voice echoes. “Calamity Gauntlet, grant me thine fury, so that I might smite my enemies!”

“The fuck was that?” Jay asks. “Some anime shit?”

“I, uh, just sort of knew it.” You say. “It's a translation, of... fuck, I don't know.”

“Don't do it again.”

“Don't tell me what to do, Jay.”

“Sorry. Here, take it off, I wanna try.”

“I can't take it off.” You pause. “It, uh, it won't come off.”

“Maybe you've gotta do something with it first.” He suggests. “What's it do?”

What will you do?
>Other

>>33287631
>Other

"I, JOHNNY (lastname), COMMAND YOU: KNEEL BEFORE YOUR RIGHTFUL SOVEREIGN!"

>>33287631
Evil thoughts fill your mind and you feel compelled to slaughter Jay right there. How dare he try to order you around! Fury fills your mind and you stab your gauntlet into his chest ripping out his heart, laughing all the while. The sky changes to a sickening red color as what can only be described as the third impact starts.

>>33287631
Open the second gate to Dark.

>>33287631
Track Sonia down and have angry sex with her.

>>33287631
>Recite a heroic monologue from one of your chinese cartoons

>>33287686

The room begins to rattle a bit, the lights and television flickering. Now, you've got something that Kill x Sis takes a back seat to. At least, for the time being. You can rewind later, after all. Intuitively, you pull more power from the Gauntlet, approximating the symbols that appear in your mind into your native tongue.

“With the Demon King's power, I descend further into Dark! Let thy strength and thy authority henceforth be mine to command!” Pain shoots up your arm, and you feel your muscles twitch, an orange haze rising from the Calamity Gauntlet.

“Yeah, that's starting to weird me out.” Jay says. “Do you, uh, think we should find Sonia?”

>>33287643

You point a clawed finger toward Jay, and an orb of red light collects at its tip. “Kneel before your rightful sovereign.”

His body seizes briefly, and he tumbles from the couch, falling before your command. “Johnny, what the fuck! Take it easy!”

The energy suddenly dissipates, light flooding back into the room. Coming to your senses, you feel your own energy level fall. The Calamity Gauntlet's glow fades, and you look at your twitching hand in front of you; from beneath the gauntlet, rivulets of blood roll down your arm.

“Are you alright?” Jay asks.

“Fine.” You respond, as if it makes perfect sense to you. “I just used too much at once.”

“Yeah, okay.” He rises to his feet, and makes for the door. “I'm coming back over here tomorrow at noon. We're gonna find Sonia, and get to the bottom of this, alright? Try to get that thing off, in the meantime.”

“I will.” You respond, then, wait silently for him to exit.

You should probably get to bed soon. Anything else you'd like to do before then?
>Other

>>33287778
See if lubing your hand up with butter will get it off.

>>33287778
Fap with the gauntlet on.

What is this? Fucking high school DxD?

>>33287780

You're in a bit of a hurry, and don't clean your arm terribly well before attempting this stunt. As such, you accomplish little more than making a bloody, buttery mess. You try to slide it off, but to no avail. It's not that it fits terribly tightly, or feels like it's attached to or has dug into your arm. It simply won't move from your hand.

Whatever, you can sort it out tomorrow. You shower, dry off, and put on a pair of underwear to sleep in, all while wearing the Calamity Gauntlet. For a while, you don't get to sleep, expecting to be tormented by evil dreams and horrific, unholy nightmares, or waiting for Pi-kaps and campus security to kick down your door and beat you in the night. Instead, you don't dream at all, drifting off from exhaustion, curled up with your dakimura, which depicts both of Takamasa's step-sisters in unclothed embrace. Girls' love is pure. Morning comes, without event.

>>33287782

Ah, fuck it! Normally you'd do this in the bathroom, or not at all, but your roommate's not around to walk in on you or anything. Your laptop is set up in the front room, so why not just throw your cares to the wind and do as you will with your newfound demonic authority? You put on your favorite episode of Super Galaxy Love Whore 120%. Almost universally panned on your review site, but fuck the haters, it's a god damn classic. Girls' love, tentacles, bouncing, fleshy mounds, incessant moaning, senpais and imoutos, and enough fluids to fill an Olympic swimming pool.

After a while, you kind of get used to the whole “metal gauntlet” thing. It's kind of warm, and there's a bit of an added sensation in the fact that it doesn't feel like it's your hand.

>1/3?

>>33287941


Seconds before the episode's literal climax, though, you're startled by the lock on your apartment's front door bursting apart in a flash of light and a shower of sparks. You jump in your seat, putting your business away before you're intruded on. It's a young woman, with long, red hair, wearing baggy jeans and a jacket over a form-fitting black undershirt. She takes a few steps into the apartment and pauses at the sight of your exposure, clothed only in underwear and a demonic, hell-forged gauntlet—and still at least partly excited from your prior activity.

“Seriously? They sent me here for this?” She shakes her head, growling. “When I'm done with you, I'm definitely having a word with the higher-ups.”

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?” You ask, preparing to turn and run anywhere but where you are, and unsure of whether you should protect your gauntlet or your manhood.

>2/3

>>33287950

“The continued existence of an artifact like that in this plane will have unpleasant repercussions in the future.” She nods, then gives a sudden, spunky kiai. A swirling wall of flames bursts forth from her person, obscuring her form; they appear mostly for show, as you're buffeted with force, but feel no heat. The smoke clears, and she takes another step toward you, her outfit replaced by a black miniskirt and tube top, and a fluttering white tall-collared cloak with intricate golden designs running its length. A katana dangles loosely at her waist, and she steadies it with one hand, drawing it about a quarter of the way from the sheath. “I'm here to put it back where it belongs. Hand it over.”

“I, uh. I can't get it off.”

She looks at the television—Toujou is currently being spit-roasted by some sort of tentacled beast, while her senpai idly watches—then back at you, visibly disgusted by the combination of that statement with the fact that you're still standing at half-staff. She takes a battle stance, red hair flaring behind her, and you see a spark emerge from the base of her blade as she begins to draw it. “That's just fine. They won't care if I take your whole arm off.”

Oh, what the fuck ever.

(( Done for tonight. Probably gonna continue tomorrow, late afternoon CST. Cause it's 5 AM here. ))

>>33287959
Thanks for the story!

More liek virgin quest 2014: the sperghetti years
Right?

>>33284418
Be the good weeb you always have to be!